Thanksgiving

Thankfulness sanctifies. It sets us apart to receive. In the story of the feeding of the 5,000 Jesus gave thanks while there was only 5 loaves and 2 fish. There followed an abundance of food as 5,000 men, plus women and children were fed. We must learn to give thanks for the small things. This process can work in each area of our lives. Don’t focus on what you don’t have but what you are beginning to receive. Allow yourself to vision the solution and give thanks for what you see the end of the matter to be. In the Kingdom of God thankfulness brings increase.

For example, when we pray for healing, a couple of things can happen. There can be an instant miracle or there can be progressive healing. When a Nobleman came to ask Jesus for healing for his son, Jesus told him, “Go, for your son lives”. When the Nobleman arrived back home, he asked when the son had started to get better. They told him and he knew that was the hour Jesus had spoken life over his son. (see John 4:52) Elisha prayed for a dead boy by lying on top of him. Slowly he became warm. Elisha walked around a little and then laid on him again and he sneezed 7 times and came back to life. (see II Kings 4:35) That is an example of progressive healing. When we are praying for healing we need to give thanks for each little improvement. This opens up the way for progressive healing to continue. When we pray for financial provision we need to give thanks for the dimes we find in the washer. When we pray for healing of strained relationships we need to give thanks for the little acts of favor and kindness we see coming from the one we are seeking restoration with.

Paul told the Thessalonians to give thanks in everything because this is the will of God for us in Christ Jesus. (see I Thessalonians 5:18) The will of God begins to form in us as we begin to see our will becoming much like His. We begin to want the same things He wants. When we give thanks we are agreeing with Heaven. We are saying yes to His yes and Amen to His Amen. (see II Corinthians 1:20) As we agree with God that His works are good, it brings us into alignment to move forward in His good purposes for our lives.

Even if we don’t fully understand our circumstances, we are at peace in the place of our development. We are to give thanks in all things. Even if it looks bad, we must believe that God will cause all things to work together for good. Times of trial and testing are often the hardest times for us to give thanks for all things. If we could only look at the test from God’s perspective we could more easily give thanks. The test has the task of bringing us into greater maturity. The next time you recognize a time of testing is upon you, just think of how you will grow through this process. You might be bold and say, “I’m going to milk this thing for all it’s worth!”. Get all you can get out of your trials.

Don’t fail the test by whining and complaining, which is the opposite of giving thanks. Failing tests are much like it was back in school. You just have to take the test again. Our growth pace is up to us. We can mature fast or slow. We all know believers that have been saved for dozens of years that still suck on their thumbs. We also know those who don’t waste their trials and seek to grow with leaps and bounds with each season of their life. They are instant in season and out of season. They don’t grow bitter and blame God for every misfortune that comes in life. They are thankful in all things. So, go ahead and milk those trials. Get all you can out of them and don’t look for them to reappear.

Some believers give so much recognition to the enemy. They blame the devil for every bad thing in their life. They cry out for deliverance from all that oppresses them even if it’s just a rainy day. Looking from Heaven’s perspective we might focus on how much we are going to steal from the devil instead of complaining how much he has taken from us. Instead of deliverance we might think of conquering, overcoming and occupying.

It’s in us to magnify something. We will either magnify the problem or magnify the solution. We can allow the problem to get bigger and bigger in our minds or we can have a heart of thanksgiving magnifying God because He is the solution. The result of thanksgiving is God being magnified and glorified. He is worthy of it.

Thankfulness releases His affections toward us. I have began the practice in the last years of taking some time and just giving thanks for every little thing I can think of. I will sit down in a room at home or on a rock out in the woods and just give thanks. After doing this for several minutes I can feel the manifest Presence of God move into the place. He becomes tangible. The air becomes electric. He touches my spirit and my emotions.

For example, I can sit in my living room and with open eyes just look at things and give thanks. I have a bookcase that has souvenirs from the countries I have been to. So, I begin…. Looking at the two wooden giraffes I give thanks for the people that came to Christ in Africa… for the man who had his ears opened and the guy that was healed of aids…. Looking at the wooden plate from the Ukraine…. I give thanks for the miracle of not being affected by the poisoned berries I had eaten without knowing (until later) they were poisoned. I look at my skin and give thanks that the water in Kiev that was poisoned by the Chernobyl disaster didn’t affect my skin when I baptized over a hundred people in the lake almost 20 years ago. I give thanks for the fireplace and the warmth it gives. I give thanks for the pictures and the special inspiration each one gives me. It just goes on and on.

I believe God wants us to move into a lifestyle of blessings and miracles. I think He wants to surprise us more and more. I believe we are moving into times when unexplainable things will begin to happen daily. This can only happen as we position ourselves in the posture of thankfulness. The momentum is picking up. God loves to be involved in the lives of His people.

In the last few weeks there have been some small things that have happened that I can’t explain. I keep waiting for someone to come forward and admit they are responsible for a couple of the things. Otherwise, I plan to just sit back and enjoy a life of miracles. A few weeks ago we had a cookout at my house and the floodlights had burnt out during the summer. We ended up eating in the dark with only the light from the fire pit. The floodlights are up high and I don’t have a ladder that reaches that high. A few days later both lights were burning. I asked everyone that came that night if they might have changed them. Everyone denies any involvement.
　
While working outside today I hurt my back really bad. I felt it pull on the lower right side unlike anything I have ever experienced with my back. I slowly walked towards the house leaving my tools laying on the ground. I planned on getting my son to pick up the tools when he got home. I was able to climb the stairs…. but very slowly. I couldn’t even bend over to get my shoes off without excruciating pain. I began to speak healing into my back…. believing in progressive healing. In my mind I began to prepare for a few days of progressive healing and I would be very thankful for just some relief. I could tell my dog was even feeling sorry for me. I laid on the bed for a little while speaking healing to my back. I fell asleep for a few minutes and got up. My back was feeling a little better. I was thankful. An hour later it was much better and I went walking back through the woods giving thanks and actually amazed it was healing so fast. Another hour went by and I was bending over and everything. I moved a table I had put together earlier today down to the bottom level. By the time my son got home I decided I wouldn’t even mention what had happened.

As I pondered on all of this, I came to the conclusion that I live in the presence of miracles. It has become a lifestyle for me. Paper doesn’t have room for me to write it all down. I can’t explain a lot of things that happen to me. There may be someone who comes forward and tells me they changed the light bulbs. But, that won’t change anything at all. When we give thanks to a Mighty God who loves us so much that He would rather die for us than live without us, why are we surprised? He just shows up. Thanksgiving invites Him to come and be involved. His hand of providence stirs among us. His eyes watch over us. Angels watch…. just in case we dash our foot against a stone. (see Psalms 91:12)

It’s a new kind of normal and it is good.

New Kind of Normal II

Earlier this year I watched the trailer for “An Appalachian Dawning” that was released in late summer. This documentary was about a small town of about 1900 people deep in the mountains of Kentucky. Manchester is in Clay County which is the 6th poorest county in our nation. Drugs and everything that goes with it had heavily infested the county for years. However, in 2004 the town held a march saying they had had enough of corrupt government and drug sales. About 4000 people came out from the surrounding county for this march.

Transformation began. By the time the documentary was made this year, the town had 1400 new jobs. The darkness was exposed as drug dealers were arrested and phenomenal change came to town. In their words, “God came to town”. A revived church began to work together in practical action. Bonds of addiction were broke. There was societal breakthrough. A barren land had come to life… a new dawning.

I went with a couple of people a week after election day to visit Manchester. Upon entering the town I liked their sign at the entrance. It read, “City of Hope”. Upon going to a local restaurant for lunch I realized we had entered a battle zone. Some of the local people were criticizing the mayor. In the documentary the mayor played a big part in the transformation. After asking them a few questions we realized that not all people like transformation. Everyone doesn’t want a new normal.

As we searched for another place to talk to the people about the transformation, we came to a church building in a strip mall. Inside was a TV station that ministered to the southern part of the state. We spent several hours with the president of the TV station. What a blessing as he shared endlessly the things God had done in Manchester in the past few years. In only a few short hours we had already walked into the negative atmosphere of darkness and then the most brilliant atmosphere of light. He asked me who I wanted to meet. Without hesitation I told him I wanted to meet the guy who had won so many to Christ after his conversion from a life of dealing drugs. In a few minutes in walked Steve who had been one of the biggest drug dealers in the county and who is featured in the documentary. He too shared for an hour or more the stories of transformation in their town.

But what about what we had heard in the first restaurant? Why the negative attitude? Shouldn’t everyone be happy with such transformation? Their town had become famous as their story was being aired all around the nation and world. Who would not be proud that God had come to town?

Some people make their living working in the darkness. Money is made from drug sales. Not everyone wants to walk in the light. These people rose up in the past election and elected a new mayor. The mayor that had led the way in transformation lost the election by about 80 votes. How does this happen? When believers become lax and do not maintain, they often loose some of the ground they have taken. Voters that were supportive of transformation just failed to come out and vote. They thought the battle was won and didn’t see a need to sustain the victories.

As I heard these stories, I could see that this is a picture of the cooperate church. As believers we love to win and to be a part of God’s movement amongst us. However, most of us fail to sustain what God has initiated. We enjoy His visits but don’t know how to build Him a habitation. In the OT picture of the tabernacle, God lit the fire and the Priests had to keep it kindled. Under the new covenant each believer is a Priest unto God. (see Revelation 1:6) John Wesley taught the Priesthood of all believers. When God initiates something He wants us to sustain it.

Growing up on a farm I am familiar with fires. When I was only a child I was with my brother out in a field. The field was filled with sage grass. I don’t recall how I got the matches or how the fire started, but I took a torch of sage grass and ran throughout the field lighting fires. It kept my brother busy putting out the fires that I was lighting. Later, my love for camping helped me learn how to keep campfires going. Someone had to be faithful to keep putting wood on the fire. It meant someone had to get up a few times during the night to maintain the fire. It was a simple process but it required faithfulness.

God is calling us to a new normal in faithfulness. Beginning with ourselves we need to maintain those things God has initiated in our personal lives. For example, our encounters with His Presence change us. The experience is overwhelming at times. We need to pay the price to keep the fire going. It may require us getting up when we don’t feel like getting up to put wood on the fire. He will give us wisdom to sustain those things He initiates. Paul told the Philippians that he was confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in them would perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. (see Philippians 1:6) Our fires should never burn out.

One of the biggest fires the Lord ever lit in my life was when I gave Him my life at the age of 12. However, I struggled to maintain my fervor back in those days. I didn’t have a lot of help from other believers. Wood burns better when there is a pile burning together. A lone ember will soon burn out. At 18 I rededicated my life to God and began to hang around other believers on a regular basis. When my friends didn’t want to embrace my new fervor, I began to hang out with older believers. “Generation gap” was a phrase coined in those days but I didn’t join the movement. I found great strength hanging out with people twice my age or older. It gave me strength to maintain.

An unforgettable experience for me was in 1998 in Dallas, Texas. I went there to a meeting called, “Light the Nations”. Several of the Argentine leaders were there telling about the years of revival their nation had experienced and maintained. I remember Sergio Scataglini telling us in order to keep the fire going we had to give it away. He had sold his car and would ride taxi so he could bless the drivers. On one of the days while I was there in Dallas I went forward for a prayer of impartation from the Argentine ministers. After the prayer I felt very drunk and couldn’t feel my upper lip. I was stuttering so bad I asked another minister what he thought had happened to me. His response was simply that Holy Spirit had touched me. The next morning around 3:00 am I awoke in a fetal position in my motel bed. I was crying but in a good way. I felt something electrical in my stomach. It seemed God was giving me belly punches, but in a good way. I laid there for hours just feeling God touch me over and over… unending….

Around 8:00 I tried to get to the bathroom to get ready for the conference. I basically crawled and let myself fall into the tub without even turning the lights on. God was overwhelming my physical body unlike anything I had ever felt before. I just lay there in the water… then I heard the most dreadful sound. It was the maid coming down the hall with her vacuum cleaner. I could only imagine her opening the door and finding me there in the dark in such a position. It just happened the dead bolt had been fastened. I eventually dressed amid times of just falling on my face on my prayer mat and just intensely worshiping Jesus. I began to walk the several blocks to the conference. On my way I saw this guy coming towards me who looked like a maniac with wild eyes. Upon seeing me and coming very close, he suddenly turned and ran away. Something was upon me… in me… around me… God had come to His temple. The train of His robe was filling His temple and it was bigger than me. Almost more than I could handle.

Arriving back home for the weekend services in the church where I was pastor, I knew I had some problems. It was Mother’s Day. I also had to do the dedication service of a little baby girl. I was still really messed up. I still felt the power in my stomach. My upper lip still had no feeling. I was laughing at everything. I was so goofy. I held onto the pulpit and tried my best. Everyone was looking at me and they knew something was up. I started prophesying over the little baby girl. I lost my train of thought and would just begin to laugh. I didn’t attempt to make it to the back door to shake hands but just sat down on the altar. One little elderly lady asked me if I had had a stroke. My family was called and they came to my home during the afternoon to check on me. By Sunday evening service the crowd was growing. I felt like John Wesley who said, he just caught himself on fire and people came to watch him burn. By the end of the service that night my youth leaders had said they weren’t coming back. They cried as they expressed their confusion and my response was joyful laughter. I had been touched. They didn’t quit and they still come to the city where I am now, to visit us in services. However, I did loose a lot of people over the experience. The drunken feeling lasted about a week and then I faced the choice to go back to normal or have a new normal. I chose the later.

Since Dallas, I have maintained what God did in me. I have chased after Him in all the ways I have known to do so. I have read books, went to conferences, and sought God on a personal level unlike any other season of my life. It has been over 12 years and it is only getting better. I keep adding wood to the fire and thereby the fire is sustained. I don’t want to let up. Many believers, especially in Pentecostal/Charismatic circles like to boast of what God did for them years ago. They once were filled but have not realized how empty they are now. They think their only choice is to boast about the past. God is alive and well today. The cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night are on the move. Many have been left behind building statues to past experiences. The fire must be maintained. Jesus wouldn’t let Peter build tabernacles on the Mount of Transfiguration after their Supernatural experience there. (see Luke 9:33) We must add wood to the fire continually.

A new level of faithfulness is coming to the Body of Christ. Because of hunger many are seeking the Lord no matter what it takes. They are willing to leave homes and friends to go wherever they need to go, for a season to greater experience and maintain the passion He has birthed in them. Faithfulness on a personal level is rising. There is a new normal coming. Can God count on you to be faithful to what He has birthed/initiated in you? Will you allow Him to complete the good works He has begun in you? Will you choose a new level of faithfulness?

Faithfulness is also important in our communities and cities. As we see in the story of Manchester, we need to be faithful to the call God has given to cooperate groups. We need to help maintain the ground we have already taken. As I talked with the people in Manchester I cannot forget their statement of how they still had new direction even though they had lost some ground. God is giving them wisdom, plans, and direction to go farther. The election was only a wake-up call. The normal has been raised and they cannot even think of lowering it.

In the battle of the bulge during World War II, the Allies struggled to keep ground they had already taken. Hitler’s men began to make surprise attacks on camps that were living in ease thinking they were far enough back from the battle. Many lives were lost as Hitler’s men began to make the occupied line bulge back towards western Europe. However as the generals began to come to attention, the territory was taken back and Hitler was defeated.

It is a good example for the church to always make sure we are faithful to maintain/sustain all that God has blessed us with. We need to be faithful to the vision of others. Work behind the scenes without any recognition. Show up for meetings or let someone know where you are at. Let the leaders know you are still in the picture. Don’t let anyone consider you to be fickle. Be faithful to the cause. March.

One of the most amazing stories I heard from the Manchester trip was about the filming of the march. In the documentary that has gone around the world, there is footage of the march in 2004. 4,000 people showed up and only one guy filmed the march. He was in a wheelchair. He came to the march without his camera but kept hearing the Lord tell him to go back and get it. Reluctantly he obeyed. Much of the footage is taken with him rolling backwards to get it. He had to mobilize himself through the crowds to accurately get the footage. He did it. As we sat with him and heard his story we felt his pride. Not a vain pride but a pride in obeying what seems to be the little nudges God gives us from time to time. That is faithfulness.

A new kind of normal is to dare to obey in the little things, although it seems foolish or unimportant. Like throwing wood on a campfire, it’s simple. We just need people to do it. God is counting on you. Will you walk in faithfulness? Can God use you as an example of a new kind of normal in faithfulness?

A New Kind of Normal

When I watch documentaries of what God is doing in other places I understand more that we need a higher normal in our culture. We need to raise the bar of our expectancy and what we consider to be normal Christianity. In China there is such desperation to worship and hear the word they will stand for 12 hours to worship and listen. In Mozambique nearly all the deaf that are prayed for (in the ministry documented) are able to hear and about a hundred people have been raised from the dead. Miracles are happening amongst the gypsies in Europe. They are the most hated people group in the world. In some places of the world, people are forgiving their enemies in ways that should make us feel ashamed at how easily we are offended here in American life. The norm needs to be raised in our love level and our faith level.

Most of us are satisfied and even excited to experience or hear about a miracle ever now and then. We think that “some miracles” is enough. Nazareth had a “some miracles” in Jesus’ time but was still recorded as a town of unbelief. Is our normal any different than that of Nazareth? At first, the people of Nazareth were impressed with Jesus’ words. (see Luke 4:22) We might say they were even inspired. His words were coming alive in them. Then, quickly they began to question His words of declaration. They were familiar with Him. He had grown up in their town. In a moments time they moved from a place of inspiration, grace, and empowerment to a place of tragic unbelief. People often shut down the Holy Spirit’s life giving breath upon them by allowing questions of unbelief to form in their hearts.

Jesus expected us to raise the bar of normalcy when He told us that we would do greater works than He Himself did during His physical ministry here. (see John 14:12) We can twist that promise several ways. Someone might say that we are doing social works throughout the world in greater measure than Jesus did. The “Greater Works” He was talking about was miracles, healing and deliverance. Study it closely and you will see that these are the works He was talking about. Social works (feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, caring for the poor, etc.) are of the greatest importance and Jesus continuously encouraged them. Then there are some who would argue that miracles were only for Bible days. This is the saddest excuse of them all. This only helps faithless people to develop a seared conscience. (see I Timothy 4:2) Teachings that hint such doctrine should be trashed.

We need to reverence the Words of Christ to the degree that we refuse to even set the level at our own personal experience. I have had ministers tell me that they do not believe in certain things because they have never experienced these things. The level of faith and expectancy must be greater than anything that we have seen or experienced. Having made our foundation upon the Word and promises of God we need to reach for the unseen. We must not even allow history to control our vision or dictate our accomplishments for the future. Just because we haven’t seen something happen yet doesn’t hinder God. With God all things are possible.

One of my favorite stories in Scripture is how David took the stronghold of the city that we now know as Jerusalem. David was born in a time when unconquered enemies still controlled parts of the promised land. David knew God had promised more to His people than they presently possessed. When David became King and surveyed the land, he knew God wanted him to take all of the land. The stronghold of Jerusalem was under the control of the Jebusites. They were a violent mountain people. They had never been conquered. The people during Joshua’s day had not conquered them. During the days of the Judges they still remained in their strongholds. Some of Israel’s greatest heroes had failed to conquer them. All of this was enough to persuade normal people to leave them alone. But David was not normal. He was above normal and his idea of normal was to take the strongest down first.

When the Jebusites heard of David’s plan to take their city, they mocked him. (see II Samuel 5:6-8) Their proverb was that the blind and lame could hold the city and turn David away. Nevertheless, David captured the stronghold of Zion and took the city. It was named, “The City of David” and later named Jerusalem. It became the capital of David’s empire and remains the capital today. David did not allow the past to hold him back. History may have had only records of defeat but David raised the normal and did a new thing. He conquered something not yet conquered by his people. God is calling us to do the same. Just because we haven’t seen it yet is no reason to not go forward and make new history. God can change everything overnight.

The mockery of the Jebusites holds some truth. It is often the blind and the lame that keep us from taking the promises God has placed before us. Our biggest enemy can be unbelieving professed Christians sitting beside us in church each week. Sitting in spiritual blindness they don’t see the promises or the vision God has given to His people. The lame are those who once walked with Christ and knew His power but have allowed false teachers to teach them that the power of God is not for us. Miracles and experiences of the past are explained away for a comfortable life of unbelief without any challenges of their faith. Now they are lame. These people can discourage us if we allow them to.

I remember sitting under professors in seminary who denied the existence of angels and even questioned a physical Heaven. Others glorified the professors of the 70’s who had pronounced that God was dead. I attended the seminary for 3 summers that made this announcement and they had proceeded to have a mock funeral for God. Either these professors never met the Lord or they had been blinded by too much rational knowledge. They had become both blind and lame. Did they hinder me? It didn’t do that at all…. it only made me stronger. There rose up in me a greater resolve to proclaim truth…. Radical truth that would set people free and reform society. The proverbs of the enemy should only lure us into the fight to take the strongholds and extend the kingdom of God. We are a violent people and we take the kingdom by force. (see Matthew 11:12) Moving by faith we believe that through Christ we overcome the greatest obstacles that stand in our way. Our battle is not against man but against powers of evil often resident in high places. Places that seem impossible to take.

It is true that our fathers have failed to bring down some strongholds in our cities and regions. Also, our generation has built its own strongholds against the kingdom of God. This is no problem for God. He has a greater vision. Although the vision tarries, it has been set for an appointed time. It will certainly come and that without delay. (see Hab. 2:34) It is our time to take the strongholds and bring the dreams of God into their proper manifestation. Don’t hold back. Set a new kind of normal in your life. Anything God gives you a thumbs up to do… go for it. Jesus did what He saw His Father doing. A thumbs up from the Father is backed by Heaven itself.

The are two great lessons to be learned from David’s story. David didn’t hold back because of the taunts of the enemy and he didn’t hold back because of the failures of those before him. He set a new kind of norm.
I love the early years of David’s life. You know what I’m talking about…. Killing a bear and a lion while watching his father’s sheep… writing psalms in the hills while watching the moon rise over the mountains… visiting the war camps where his brothers were fighting… killing Goliath, the strongest giant of the day…. Singing for the king… But, did you ever catch the note in I Samuel 17:54? David took the head of Goliath to Jerusalem. Remember it was still occupied by the Jebusites. I think David was making a deposit. In less than 20 years he would return as King of the Promised Land and take the city. That day when he delivered the head of the giant, he may have been thinking, “You may say I’m young and my own king now calls me a stripling, but I serve a mighty big God and I will be back!”. Wow, what a young man!

Youth and children are able to believe so easily. Children believe in the miracles of God until an adult tells them differently. Jesus said that to enter the kingdom we must become as children. (see Matthew 10:15) They have a different norm. In their eyes magic still happens. It hasn’t been explained away. In the documentary on Mozambique, children were doing most of the praying for the sick. It would be wise for leaders today to call children forth to pray over the sick. It would be somewhat humbling for those who love control, but why not let the magic begin?
As David took the biggest giant when he was a young man, he took the biggest stronghold as the nation’s young king. David had something inside of him from his youth that urged him on until the day he died. Even his own failures did not succeed in holding him back from accomplishing all the wills of his God. (See Acts 13:22 and 13:36)

As I hear these stories and I feel these truths rising in me….. my spiritual temperature is rising…. My passion is rising….. my normal is rising… We are walking in Ezekiel’s River of God and the water is rising. A trickle has become a river. It’s went from ankle deep to knee deep. Then it’s went from knee deep to waist deep. Hold on…. We now have waters to swim in… The farther the River went from the temple (where the blind and lame sit each Sunday) the deeper it became and the more miracles happened. The conclusion of the vision of the River was that everything the River touched was healed. (see Ezekiel 47:9) Everything lived. Can this be the new kind of norm? Can you and I believe such a thing?

As kids say…. I double dare you to believe such a thing!

Ministry In The Mountains

Around the age of fourteen I began to lead youth meetings. I would later understand it was almost the same as pastoral ministry. I had about 20 youth that I spoke to each week. I prepared some scripture but mostly shared my heart with them. I remember that the light bulb burned out in the room we used and instead of replacing the bulb I used lamp light. This made it more intimate as we experienced a mellow atmosphere that Jesus definitely entered and we were blessed. In those days we knew so little about Holy Spirit and The Presence. All I knew how to do was to bring the same things I experienced privately into a cooperate setting. It worked. Without me fully understanding what was happening I now understand that it was an overflow. I was working from an overflow of my relationship with Christ instead of trying to impress with my knowledge. My knowledge was very limited so I really had no other choice. This was all about to change.

The autumn after I turned 18, I began preaching in revival meetings. Again, I relied heavily upon the anointing to give me the words to say since my knowledge was still very limited. There has to be a balance between anointing and knowledge. I had minister friends that totally depended upon the anointing and never studied the word except an hour or so to find a text to preach from. I also listened to other speakers who had a knowledge of the word but it was dry and boring. When knowledge alone was their means of ministry there seemed to be a lack of the breath of God upon their speaking. I would have to find a balance.

For my study I used several study bibles and a Matthew Henry Commentary. I went beyond the KJV version when the Lord told me that He was holding me responsible if I closed my mind to only the KJV. I didn’t want to be held responsible in the things of God. Later I attended seminary in Atlanta at Emory University followed by several summers at Duke University. Some of my old-time mountain preacher friends thought this was a big mistake. They often preached against seminary and even advised me that community college was useless for me. I was divided about it. However, the Methodist Church required that I attend seminary so I felt I had no choice. I would do whatever was required of me because I knew God had placed me in the church they had given me to pastor.

Moving into Pastoral ministry at 19 (although I had said I would never do it) instead of Evangelistic ministry required different skills. It also moved me into a new mind-set of responsibility like I had never known. I felt I was responsible for everything. Like a shepherd of a flock of sheep…. it seemed I was concerned about every hair that fell from their head. Every loss was painful to me. Every misunderstanding was painful to me. When news of controversy came I would feel myself almost freeze in fear. I was responsible for them and their circumstances…. so I thought.

In pastoral ministry we can become so pressured by people and their needs that our focus is no longer on the will of God. Our joy leaves us because ministry has become a burden. This is false responsibility. It is one of the biggest and heaviest religious spirits. Most pastors are under the weight of these spirits. This is especially true here in the mountains where tradition has taught the people that this is status quo. A pastor is expected to visit the sick person even though no one has let him know their loved one is sick. I know of a couple of examples when Holy Spirit would place someone upon my heart and I would visit them to find them extremely sick. Holy Spirit saved the day. Although no one had called me, they were expecting me.

Funerals are unique here in the mountains. After moving on to other pastorates, I have often been called back to a former pastorate to do a funeral. Once I was called to do the funeral of a family member I had never met. They were upset at their present pastor and wanted me to come back and do the funeral. I loved this family very much. I had baptized their children and ate at their table. I had a major problem though. I had already scheduled a trip to a conference that I had felt would greatly benefit me. It was a conference on Intercession and it was my strongest passion to learn all I could about intercession in that season of my life. I canceled the trip and did the funeral. I have always regretted it and cringe inside as I write about it. I ministered to needs instead of being led by Holy Spirit.

When Jesus heard that Lazarus was dying He had a choice. Lazarus was a good friend and his family was like family to Jesus. He had dined at their home and enjoyed their friendship unlike any other. However, Jesus didn’t respond to Lazarus’ need but He responded to the voice of His Father. He remained where He was for a while. When Jesus saw Father giving Him the thumbs up to go to Bethany where Lazarus was, He went, but not before and not after. God knows what He's doing! Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. I have always joked that Jesus could not have made it as a Pastor here in the mountains. He was late visiting the sick and late for funerals. He would have been fired by the deacon board.

Deacon boards, Elder boards, and church committees have been a vehicle for the spirit of false responsibility to ride upon. Much like the Sanhedrin (of the Old Testament) that Moses set in order to help him with the daily responsibilities, the early church chose deacons to help with the food for widows. That is what deacons should be doing. But, things have changed and deacons often destroy pastors and local congregations with their hunger for power. They often vote and make the decisions that control the ministry of the local congregation. When will we understand that a majority vote is not always right? This often results in the Holy Spirit being pushed out the door and the ways of man are honored and God is hindered. I personally feel that most of these governing groups are as outdated as the Sanhedrin. There are many things that start out right and end up wrong because of the ways of man. When something good becomes infiltrated with religious spirits it is perverted and becomes a tool in the hand of the enemy.

I know the former paragraph may touch a nerve with some who read this but touching nerves is often a good way to flush out religious spirits. If it irritates you…. then let it surface and rid yourself of it. It’s hard to kill a bird in the bush but if you flush it out you can have it for supper. Time and paper would not allow me to write of all the bad experiences I have had with boards and committees. Our local laws require congregations to have Trustee boards. These boards care for the legal matters of the congregation. Non-profit organizations and Para church organizations require a board of directors. Again, as long as they stay in the bounds of their duty all is well. I am not promoting lack of leadership and structure. We just need to guard against the control of man replacing the leadership of the Holy Spirit. It is really good when boards have people on them like Stephen who are full of wisdom and the Holy Spirit. But, these people are sometimes stoned.

Under the new covenant it is a heart thing instead of a law thing. God promises to put a new heart and a new spirit in His people. False responsibility will cause us to toil to become Holy Spirit for the people. As leaders we need to teach the people how to hear God for themselves. This brings maturity of intimacy and relationship. This is a part of their process to know God better. Jesus told how some people would hear Him say in the end that He never knew them. What a sad conclusion. Are we hindering people from knowing God intimately because we allow them to use us to be their hearing devise? That is scary. Affirmations and confirmations are good. When someone gives us a prophesy or encouragement that lines up with what God has already shown us, it is like wind for our sails. Leaders and other believers can provide wonderful encouragement and nutrition for us but there is more. We need to gather manna for ourselves and enjoy it in fellowship with each other. We all bring different things to the table. As a body we compliment each other with testimony of our experience in cooperate gatherings. We also bring uniqueness of gifts and purpose to the table.
　
False responsibility keeps people from what God has called them to do. They find themselves trying to please the congregation or persons elected to be on governing boards. Can we not see that this aborts the will of God in our lives? So much repentance needs to be done in this area of ministry. This causes many pastors and ministers to work under a yoke that Jesus never put on them. Heavy burn-out is a result. Let me repeat… false responsibility is a heavy religious spirit. Our calling is to obey the Lord and to be Spirit-led. Jesus is the Great Shepherd and the people are His responsibility. Jesus said He would build the Church. We are to expand the Kingdom. We are to be light and salt in the world. Jesus will take care of church problems one way or the other. In my mind I think I heard someone say Hallelujah. Maybe it was the old mountain preachers who are wrinkled and worn by their years of ministry under heavy loads of needless responsibilities.

After more than 30 years of pastoral ministry things are different now. I have chosen to not become old and worn by the years of ministry. Little by little I am laying down false responsibility. My biggest awakening came a couple of years ago. I had planned my first real vacation in 10 years for Makinaw Island in Michigan. A few weeks before the vacation time a member of my congregation asked me to do a wedding during the planned time of my vacation. I canceled the vacation and did the wedding. My reasoning was that this person was someone I needed to work along beside me in ministry and I didn‘t want to let him down. It’s been a couple of years and he is inactive. I knew I had made a bad choice when I made it two years ago. Succeeding to false responsibility is useless. Instead of stressing out over the needs I encounter, I now look for the thumbs up of my Heavenly Father.

We will see an acceleration of people with needs in our society in the coming days. Dark is becoming great darkness (see Isaiah 60:2) But light is increasing in the great darkness. God is arising and His glory is appearing all over the earth. Light is often in the form of revelation and present truth. Nuggets of simple truth that release us from yokes of useless burdens will be appreciated. God is calling us to a life of responsibility and stewardship. Actually it can be easy as we learn to just simply look for a thumbs up from the Father. Jesus said He only did what He saw the Father doing and only said what He heard the Father saying. (see John 5:19 and 8:28) Why should we do any differently?
　
Now for the icing on the cake. I love to minister from the overflow. My private time is spent in simple relationship with my Lord. We read, talk, sing, dream, discuss, ask questions, get answers, enjoy the mysteries, eat, sleep and enjoy life. Sermons and ministry are just an overflow of my personal life with Christ. It’s such a joy to do what I see the Father doing and say what I hear Him saying. I know that He loves me and His love never fails. I cannot forget what I heard Him speak to my heart when I was 18 after speaking in that first revival meeting. I heard the words that the Father spoke at Jesus’ baptism, “This is My Beloved Son and I am well pleased.” I knew even back then that God loved me before I ever became pastor of the five churches I have enjoyed working with or traveled the mission fields to ten nations. I don’t have to impress Him. My responsibility is to love Him with all my heart, soul, mind and strength and He will take care of the rest. Today, well prepared sermons have given way to just speaking from the overflow of a life of intimacy. Ministry to the people is much more simple as I just handle them like I see Jesus handling them. He prayed for them, healed them, delivered them, and taught them.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I am not out there in the “wild, wild west” of ministry. I meet with others (a group made up of others in ministry) for accountability. I keep in touch with what God is doing in ministry in our nation and other parts of the world. I listen weekly to sermons by other ministers that I have recorded. I am always in the process of reading a book. The word of God always is alive and fresh to me as I read it. I love my life. I am not becoming an old and wrinkled (at least not spiritually wrinkled) mountain preacher with a cane and a scowl. I am hiking the trails and climbing my mountains. Life is good.

Supernatural Expectations

Jesus told a parable about a master who gave a different amount of talents to three men. Two of the men doubled the amount given to them while one man hid his talent. When they were called to give an account, their stories were told. The master was pleased with the two guys who doubled what they had been entrusted with. The guy who hid his talent had a couple of things to say that gives us insight into the ways of the master. First, the servant said that his master was a hard man. The Greek defines hard as tough or severe. We might conclude that the master was disciplined and expected serious stewardship of what he owned. The second statement the servant made is a little more mysterious. He accused the master of reaping where he had not sown and gathering where he had not sown seed. Because of this the servant admitted that he was afraid. (see Matthew 25)

I believe that Jesus was giving us a revelation of the Father’s expectation. The Father’s expectation is not natural as in the way we understand expectation. He has a supernatural expectation of us. To begin understanding the ways of God we need to understand this. Anything we can accomplish on our own doesn’t require faith or trust in God. He expects us to tackle the impossible. He expects us to reap beyond what we have sown. He expects us to cross divides of impossibility and pull into our times things that belong to the future. This is a part of the mystery of God. It is also a part of the mystery that the Holy Spirit wants to reveal to us. Paul said that eye has not seen nor ear heard about the things God has prepared for those who love Him. But, God is revealing them through His Spirit. The Spirit searches all things even the deep things of God (see I Corinthians 2:9,10)

Jesus cursed a fig tree for not bearing fruit out of season. (see Matthew 21:19) He expects fruit out of season. Paul instructed young Timothy to be instant in season and out of season. The Greek meaning of instant is to stand or to be present. (see II Timothy 4:2) Our excuses of going through a rough time and therefore not able to stand our ground for God are not acceptable. In Heaven’s culture, trees bear fruit every month. This is also our privilege and right to be able to bear fruit every month.

Someone might argue that these are things reserved for Heaven or the Millennium. Even if they are….. there is no reason we cannot call them forward into our times. There are multiple accounts of men and women of faith who called something reserved for another time into their time. David lived under the dispensation of law when animal sacrifice accompanied every act of public worship. This did not stop him from erecting a tabernacle in Jerusalem and establishing 24/7 worship without any animal blood offered. He stepped across the great divide between law and grace a thousand years before the gap was bridged by Jesus. I am willing to say that it (law and grace) was a greater divide than we have between grace and millennium or even grace and heaven.

I define the dispensation of grace in short form as a time of miracles, power, salvation, Kingdom extension, revival, restoration, and greater works than even Christ did while on earth. I remember Jesus teaching the disciples to pray that the Father’s will be done on earth as it was done in heaven. There is no limit to what we can pull from heaven to earth. When Jesus died on Calvary and arose victorious on Resurrection morning, He had built the biggest bridge the universe had ever known. He not only made a way for man to go to heaven instantly upon leaving earth but gave us unlimited access to the ways of heaven. He bridged the gap between man and Father which was His sole purpose of coming. He extended the bridge to allow us to pull things reserved for eternity into the now. This is revelation that will set us free.

When they ran out of wine in Cana of Galilee, Mary asked Jesus for help. His reply to her was that His time had not come. His time of miracles may have been close but not hardly yet. Mary told the servants to do whatever He told them to do. He must have looked up at His Father and saw a nod come from Father. Jesus began his miraculous works that day. Mary had carried this promise of seeing her son perform the miraculous for approximately 30 years. She pulled into one day what was reserved for another day. This is living a life of supernatural expectations. This pleases the Father.

Jesus’ ministry, for the three years before the cross, was to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. However, a Canaanite woman wanting deliverance for her daughter asked Jesus for help. Jesus explained His present mission was to the house of Israel. Her response was to beg for just the crumbs from the table. Her daughter was healed. She had stepped across the divide of Acts 2 when the gospel would be opened up for all nations. The Samaritan woman of John 4 went and told her city about Jesus. The Samaritans begged Jesus to stay with them a couple of days and He did. They pulled into the present that which was reserved for the future. If these people sound like radicals then God is calling us to be radicals. If they sound like revolutionaries then God is calling us to be the same. God expects this out of us.

Too long we have hid behind our dispensations and eschatology as excuses to do nothing to extend the Kingdom of Heaven here on the earth. Any given Sunday millions will pray the Lord’s Prayer meaninglessly. Are there any revolutionaries or radicals out there who will pray and mean it? Pray heaven onto earth. We often have our minds so set on getting from earth to heaven that we overlook the fact that God is expecting us to pull heaven to earth.

We need to pray big. Expect big. We need to have vision that is impossible for us to accomplish. When Isaiah talks about restored cities and healed nations, do we throw that off into some future dispensation? Even if it is a part of the Millennium it can be pulled into our time. When the prophets talk about a time when the glory of God is manifest over all the earth, do we start thinking Millennium? Yes, the glory of God will be manifest over all the earth during the Millennium but is there anyone hungry enough to pull it down now? When Acts 2 quotes Joel 2 about Holy Spirit being poured out upon all flesh, where do we put that promise? Do we water it down for our time and trust in greater fulfillment in a future time? When are we going to step forward and bring a promise across the great divide of time? When are we going to stop hiding in our caves of unbelief and become men and women of valor who call forth that which is not… into being? (see Romans 4:17) We can change history. Let’s live daily asking Him for revelation of His supernatural expectations of us.

The Simple Life in the Appalachians

The Simple Life in the Appalachians

I recently read this phrase about those who immigrated to the Appalachian Mountains. “They came in with a horse, a cow, a sack of corn, an iron pot and a wife and several children, an ax, a long rifle and a Bible.” (Unknown) We may have more than those who came before us, but we need to take inventory to make sure that life isn’t so complicated that we miss the joy that is supposed to be in our lives.

My childhood life was simple. I would get up and go to school. I was always early to catch the bus. I caught the bus at so many different places. My friend Danny lived out the road and I caught the bus with him until his house burned down. I remember getting there early and his mom was always listening to the Goodman Family sing on their TV. We didn’t have a TV so it was a treat to watch the Happy Goodman’s get so happy… they were actually called the Happy Goodman Family. Cousin Tammy started to school when I was about eight, so I caught the bus with her. My nephew started a year or so later so I walked all the way up to the mountain property to catch the bus with him. This allowed me some more TV time with some cartoons. I usually spent every Saturday morning watching cartoons with him.

Most evenings I would walk to my friend, Ham Bone’s house to watch Bonanza at 5:00. When winter came and it got dark earlier I had to miss it. His family always asked me to stay for supper, but I made excuses although I was really hungry most of the time. My mom never cooked much. Sometimes she would cook beans and cornbread and she fried us a hamburger on Friday nights. She did things in routine. She always washed on Tuesdays. She went to town on Saturday afternoons around 1:00 after my Dad waited an hour for her to come to the vehicle where he was waiting. We went to see my sister every third Saturday. My sister always fixed good food and lots of sweets. Other than a pop and a candy bar at the little store below our house, there were very few sweets enjoyed in childhood unless my sister brought them. She usually came on Wednesdays. She had to park at the bottom of the hill since the road to our house was rocky and had big ridges in it. I always watched for her from the top of the hill. I spent a lot of time watching each car come around the bend. I usually prayed the next one would be her. No matter how much I prayed she only came when her time came. She would turn at the store and come back down the road another tenth a mile and park at the bottom of the hill. If I happened to be at a neighbors house I would still watch her make the turn and be at her car by the time she was ready to walk the hill. The neighbors were amazed at how fast I could run.

There was a worn path that had been worn over the years up the side of the hill. There was another path from the front side that had been worn over the years by my older brothers and sister as they had to go to the spring to get water. We incorporated water and electricity about the time of my birth. A large tin dipper sat on the sink for all to drink out of. A cook stove sat in the middle of the floor. I would often lay behind it and sleep. My dad always went to town on Saturday nights by himself and I stayed there with my mom and laid behind the old cook stove as a child. My dad took my brothers to the movies. I don’t remember seeing a movie until my brother came in from the Marines and took me to the drive-in. I think my sister took me a few times, because I remember some had to lay in the floor of the car and some were in the trunk to keep from paying when we went by the little booth.

Life was simple. Set in routine. Little things meant a lot. A candy bar or a pop. I remember my first Mountain Dew. Drinks back then were only 7cents. I remember the price on the old store cooler told of a day when it was only 5 cents. Wow! Sometimes I would take bottles I collected to the store to trade in for money for a drink. I also took eggs after getting flogged by a chicken that didn’t want to give her eggs up. They probably had little chickens in them. I also collected wool to sell and since it sold by weight, I often threw in a few bones from the dead sheep for extra measure. I helped my brother cut cherry bark from the trees during the summer. Later, I raised my own calves and sold them. I bought my first car at 18 with the money I had saved from my calf sales. It was a brand new ‘75 Camero that costs $3500.00 and I paid cash. I don’t think I have done that since…. But hope to do that again as I continually simplify my life. I’m trying to get back to the original recipe….

Summer life was my favorite. The country store, owned by my uncle, was the center of life. The old farmers would sit there for hours and share conversation. There were usually 20 or more there in the evening and some came earlier in the afternoon. There was a sitting log up against the building and the men would sit there on old pop crates. My dad always offered me the choice of a candy bar or a drink. It was a tough decision because I wanted both. My friends and I would usually engage in different games. Hide and Seek was most popular. Every now and then we played a game called fox and hounds that would involve running all over the hills looking for the one person chosen as the fox.

Life seemed simple. I never left this environment except on Thursdays. Most Thursdays in the summer were spent with my dad at the cattle market in Abingdon, VA. We would get there early in the morning. I would get to eat at the market restaurant. The auction would start after lunch, which went until late at night. One day my dad bought me a pony for $50.00. We took him home. The next morning I got the pony out early and got on his back without a saddle. He threw me off and ran away. We caught him at the top of the hill and although he never became a means of transportation, I loved the pony. I loved him so much that I gave him too much food and foundered him. His hoofs grew out like sled runners. When we finally had to sell him, it was sad to hear the auctioneer make fun of him. He didn’t bring much and I’m sure he was bought for slaughter.

A bicycle was my best means of travel as I grew a little older. My friend Randy taught me how to ride. I remember the straddle pain as I always fell too hard on the big bar between my legs. But, I mastered it and soon was riding miles to other communities. I began to scope out places to begin churches. I talked to my friends about using their garages. They were ready and excited but their parents must not have been. They never materialized. Ham Bone had an old horse and he let me ride behind him. The old horse was the slowest around but it was fun to ride. Summer included lots of creek adventures. It was fun to dam up the creek and make a swimming hole. We caught craw dabs. We worked the fields. Wow, life was simple.

Some summer nights were spent making molasses. We would go about a mile up the road to a neighbors farm where they were making molasses. They cut the cane during the day and put it through a machine that squeezed the juice out of the cane. Then in the evening they would put the juice in a large trough and begin cooking it over an open fire pit. It was a time for the men to gather around and talk while they skimmed the foam off of the molasses on the fire pit. As kids we spent most of our time jumping and playing on the 10 foot high pile of cane stalks that had been discarded. It was fun. When the molasses had been put into containers we were allowed to take little wooden paddles and eat some of the molasses that was still in the big trough. It was simple mountain life.

Then there was Bible School. Bible School was one of my favorite times of the year. I remember the taste of cherry Kool-Aid and cookies each day. On the final day we had a big picnic with plenty of sandwiches. For me this was a banquet. I remember the crafts. In the first years I remember making simple potato men. Later I remember bringing a picture from a magazine and putting it on a piece of wood and brushing a clear liquid over it. The lessons were good. One of my favorite was on the life of Paul and his travels taught by Mrs. Robinson. She was such a sweet teacher and seemed to care so much for the kids. We would sing and say pledges. We lined up and marched into the church. Life was simple. On Sunday mornings we would give a program with our skits and memory verses. I remember I played the part of the Rich Young Ruler. I acted while someone read the story. I always liked acting and took big parts in Christmas Programs. I liked to sing and I especially liked Christmas songs. Our Sunday school teachers would give us little gifts. I remember getting a life savor book with all the candy. I really liked that. I had been sick that Christmas and someone had brought the present to me. A simple life savor book is one of my most vivid memories of gifts I received.

I remember my dad buying me my first suit. We went to the local men’s store and I picked out a navy suit. I chose a light blue shirt and a striped tie. I wore the suit to church and everyone bragged on me. My mom wanted me to wear it every Sunday but I didn’t want to do that. I wore it for my school pictures. My friends were amazed at how good I looked, but some made fun of me. I weighed less than a hundred pounds going into high school so it was common to get picked on. I hated the first years of high school. I was so skinny that my shoulder blades looked like knots on my shoulders and I hated taking my shirt off for basketball. The boys always had to play shirts and skins. They flipped a coin to decide who was skins. I prayed hard to keep my shirt on. Life was getting harder.

In high school I felt a lot of pressure about being a Christian. I had given my life to the Lord in the summer after the 6th grade. By high school time I was already leading youth meetings. I went through a stage of being fanatical about things. I spoke against everything from watching TV to buying things on Sunday. I felt that I had to take my bible to school, which often caused ridicule in those days. I didn’t experience much freedom or joy in living for God. Every time I sinned in a way that was obvious, I felt I had to get saved all over. These were not public confessions but I spent the majority of my time in the woods crying out to God to help me with the sin in my life. In the winter I would drive the old farm truck to the back fields and just stay on my knees in the floor board crying out to God. I made an altar in my room. I remember a neighborhood woman visiting my mother and I heard them talking downstairs of how I probably would loose my mind over religion since I spent so much time alone.

Last fall I had a dream about being up in the mountains near my childhood home. As I came down from the mountain there was a Kentucky Fried Chicken Restaurant there in the mountains. After prayer about the interpretation of the dream I came to the conclusion that God was calling us back to some “Original Recipe“ in ministry. Original Recipe for me is going back to a lot of simple methods and simple vision that have come to me over the years. The more time I spend with the Lord I realize that God is not complicated. He is mysterious, magnificent and awesome but not complicated.

In the early years of ministry here in Bristol some friends were in town that week-end and one of them told me on Sunday morning that there would be woman come into our service with a black dress on. We are really contemporary and seldom does anyone wear a dress much less a nice formal black dress. But, there she was that morning just worshiping the Lord on the back seat. When the service was over she came up and gave me a simple encouragement. It was, “keep it simple”. I have always wondered if she may have been an angel.

In the past, we all may have gone through times when a crisis and controversy seemed to be happening often. These times may be becoming more intense but we must not give in to the pressure. We are part of a Kingdom that cannot be shaken. I believe the word for believers in these times is to simplify. We are called to bring peace to a world with increasing chaos. This can only happen as we increase our conversations and relationship with the Prince of Peace. The times of wastefulness and living our lifestyles on our ability to borrow are slowly coming to an end.
Let’s determine that we are going to enjoy these times! Scripture tells us that the Kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. (see Romans 14:17 ) We need to demonstrate righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit. We are told in Isaiah 60, that when darkness is covering the earth and deep darkness the people, the glory of the Lord is appearing on His people – and the nations will come to the light. We need to resolve to make some progress in getting our lives simpler and ourselves more free to do what we are called to do.

The Mountain Eagle

Isaiah spoke these beautiful words: “But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” (see Isaiah 40:31)

When the eagle is about ready to rise up it stands with one foot on the cliff and one raised in preparation for flight. To mount up is to have a foot forward ready to rise up. We cannot mount up with both feet on the ground. When the first flash of lightning streaks in the distance the eagle starts upward. The wind from the storm comes under him and he begins to soar. The storm propels him upward. He goes above the storm. This is our spiritual privilege. We are called to mount up. The storms cannot destroy us for we mount up above them. The eagle shrieks as he rises. Scripture teaches us that a shout has power. From the inner parts of us comes a cry that gives us strength.

Sometimes the eagle will go into the mountains and begin to pick all of his old feathers out. A waterfall is the ideal place for him to do this. After picking all the old feathers out, he then waits for the new ones to appear. We are living in a time in which we need to pull out the old feathers and allow new ones to grow in their place. Only Holy Spirit can reveal to us the old feathers we need to pluck out. For some of us it will be attitudes of criticism, envy, jealousy and pride. For others it will be letting go of traditions that are useless and powerless. And yet for others it will be making adjustments in different areas of our lives. Jesus said new wine needs new wineskins. Are we willing to let go of everything to follow Jesus in these times? Are we willing to make adjustments so we can soar with Him in these times of Revival and Outpouring? It can be the small things in our lives that hinder us from receiving all God has for us. It is the little foxes that spoil the vine and thereby hinder the fruit from reaching fruition. (see Song of Songs 2:15)

If we will judge ourselves it is much easier. The Judgment Seat of Christ is a place where the hay, wood and stubble are burnt up. It is also the place where gold, silver and precious stones are tested and remain for His glory. (see II Corinthians 5:20) We often think of judgment as a future event. Why not come before his judgment seat now? Why not ask Him to cleanse us of all that is useless? Allowing the judgment now should lessen the judgment later. As Holy Spirit reveals to us the old feathers in our lives we can throw them in the water and let them wash on down the creek. What a joy to wait on the Lord and receive the new, fresh feathers He has prepared for us. As His waterfalls roll over us and refresh us, soon we will begin to see the new growth of feathers that will enable us to rise up higher than ever. This is the time for adjustments. Like a chiropractor pops our bones and there is a noise as the adjustment comes, may we hear the pop spiritually of our alignment coming into place. Alignment is the greatest surety of experiencing the things of God. If we are in alignment like we should be, there is no way the Presence of God will miss us. Again, Holy Spirit is the best instructor for alignment. Ask Him to show you how to move to the right or to the left in all the areas of your life.

Obedience in the little things brings us into greater alignment with Him. It gets us in position to catch His wind when He breathes. This enables us to soar! Then we will mount up on eagle's wings! To do this we must live in a place of doing what we hear the Holy Spirit saying and as He reveals to us what Father is doing. When we are obedient in the surrendered lifestyle we are getting ourselves aligned and prepared for the next wind of the Holy Spirit. This will allow us to rest since we won’t have to do all the climbing ourselves. This allows us to soar where we haven't soared before! The Psalmist tells us we will go from strength to strength. ( see Psalm 84:7) One of the Hebrew definitions of the word for "wind" is "to receive impartation of war-like energy.”

For most of us it will be like a new walk. When Jesus called the disciples they had to leave jobs, family, dreams and familiar surroundings. It may sound like it was a hard thing for them. I don’t think so. I think it was an easy choice to leave everything to follow Jesus. When many were leaving Jesus, He asked the remaining ones if they were going to leave also. Their answer was, “Where else can we go? You have the words of life.” (see John 6:68) There was so much life in His words. There were things each day that may have been difficult for them to understand. He talked often of death and the cross. This was hard for them to understand. But, whatever confusion there was could not overpower the fulfillment they found in following Him. He offered them so much life that everything they gave up paled in comparison to what they were receiving. When we choose to walk the higher places and leave the lowlands, the view will outweigh any regret. The new things will have eternal significance and we will be glad we made the change. The view from the eagle’s eye is awesome.